Wine and Gun

"A more reasonable idea is that it takes time for the killer to get tired of the dead. When he gets tired, he will throw the dead after the next rain." Olga continued, "Or there is another This possibility: the murderer himself did not realize whether he was tired of the dead, but when the rain started, the scene at that time aroused some dark imagination in his heart, making him unable to control his behavior, and then, He killed each other out of control."

McCard's voice was a little irritable: "We realize this, the frequency of murderers killing victims is not gradually increasing, which means that how long he is willing to let the other party live is only related to his feelings for the deceased - but we I don't know what swayed his feelings, these victims all looked the same."

That's not an exaggeration: the photos of the victims posted on the whiteboard are all similarly handsome, all light-skinned, blond-haired, and about the same height.

"That's why the previous profiling wasn't accurate enough." Hardy listened to it for a long time, and now picks up the conversation wearily.

"The problem is that people can't be the same." Albarino said with a smile.

"It's character," Olga said.

"Sorry?" McCard raised his eyebrows.

"Personality - an important factor in determining how long the victims of the killer can live." Olga leaned more comfortably on the folding sofa and blinked, "I read all the victims' families. The interview records, yes, they are all blond, tall and handsome, and about the same age. There is no obvious difference between them, except for their personalities."

"Although the current sample estimates are not accurate enough, it can be used for reference." Albarino reached out and clicked on the whiteboard, "The victims who died the fastest were generally reported to be hard or impulsive— —Even one of them is an executive of the company, with a strong personality, and belongs to the category of being revered by others; the rest have two extremes, some are called 'very reckless', and one is loved by friends The reaction is a softie; and the man who lived six rains, almost two months, was, according to his colleagues, a 'calm, cautious' man."

Hardy listened for a long time, and his brows became tighter and tighter: "Wait a minute, I still don't quite understand, the killer prefers-"

"It's not that he prefers a certain character, that's not an accurate description." Olga shook her head, and McCard stared at her, so she knew that the other party almost understood. "It's the personality differences between people that create their attitudes towards kidnappers: we can imagine that those with strong personalities may try to escape, threaten the other party, or try to negotiate with the other party. If they are too cowardly, they will cry and cry non-stop in most cases. , it's annoying... but you know, all this is love for the killer Qiángni."

McCard was silent for a while, then said slowly: "You are trying to point out to me that the killer killed the dead who were too resistant or too frightened, and the calmer he acted, the more he pretended to obey him, and the more he lived. longer."

"That's what I meant," Olga replied simply.

"There's no research to back that up," McCard retorted, frowning, though his tone didn't sound sure.

"Oh, now you're thinking of doing research? I thought you were the one who opposed my research the most." Olga retorted impatiently, she didn't try to hide her eyebrows, "But now What else can I do? You also know that the scope delineated by the profile before is not accurate. Anyway, in the previous case, no one was caught by that profile."

"And what Olga said is not impossible," Albarino pointed out calmly. "Of the four people who died after the first rain, three had obvious resistance scars on their bodies: one of the knuckles was It was scraped, the other one even had a fingernail overturned - the wounds were fresh, from shortly before they died, and there must have been some of them trying to fight or escape."

McCard was silent for another disturbing time, and then he seemed to compromise: "…Okay, Olga. Tell me your point."

Olga gave him an unflattering, almost defiant, defiant smile before speaking: "As I said before, the murderer traveled from state to state, and is now likely to be a part-time worker in Westland. He It's a white male, younger than 35 years old, and most likely not more than 1.8 meters tall. He is definitely not a very strong type. The person we are looking for is on the fringes of the crowd, unfriendly, and may even look introverted. ."

"If he worked part-time, it's unlikely that he had a lot of savings." Albarino added, "The forensic doctor estimated the time the deceased was tucked in a small space based on the degree of corpse corpse in the last murder. If the body was dumped in the trunk for at least three hours, then the area where he lived can be delineated based on this profile and Westland's communication status."

McCard frowned, apparently considering these words. Then, looking at Olga, he said, "I need an explanation."

"I know you definitely need it," Olga snorted, "you know how to infer the other content—"

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